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I love my garden so much.
I know that I am a hobby gardener, and I acknowledge that my little backyard garden does not actually save me any time, energy, or money - the amount we spend on putting this ridiculous setup together, and sustaining it, is probably far more than we'd spend on just buying the darn veggies ourselves. But I love the feeling of playing in the dirt, and planting things with my own hands, and seeing them grow. I love looking out into the backyard and seeing the beds full of green tasty things I made, and I love being able to walk out into my own yard and pick what's going to be for dinner that night.
We put in new raised beds this year; the old ones were getting a bit rotten from being out in the elements for so many years, and the soil in them was a mass of weed seeds. The new beds are cedar, too; hopefully that may help deter unwanted visitors. I hope so; between the weeds and the bunnies (and okay, our schedules) last year the garden was more or less a wash.
I just spent the last hour and a half putting seedlings and seeds into the ground. We're growing tomatoes (globes and plums) and green beans and soy beans and wax beans and some cool-looking red Italian Rose beans, just because they looked beautiful. And carrots, and peas, and broccoli, and eggplant, and spinach, and cucumbers, and probably a couple other things I'm forgetting. And tomorrow
umbran will get the smaller beds fixed, and I'll plant zucchini and potatoes.
And then starts the hurry-up-and-wait, where I spend the next month hovering over the beds waiting for tiny green shoots to appear, and then hovering over the shoots waiting for them to turn into food. But in the meantime, there will be blueberries from our bushes, and herbs from the pots on the porch, and soon enough there will be food from my garden.
I love this time of year.
I know that I am a hobby gardener, and I acknowledge that my little backyard garden does not actually save me any time, energy, or money - the amount we spend on putting this ridiculous setup together, and sustaining it, is probably far more than we'd spend on just buying the darn veggies ourselves. But I love the feeling of playing in the dirt, and planting things with my own hands, and seeing them grow. I love looking out into the backyard and seeing the beds full of green tasty things I made, and I love being able to walk out into my own yard and pick what's going to be for dinner that night.
We put in new raised beds this year; the old ones were getting a bit rotten from being out in the elements for so many years, and the soil in them was a mass of weed seeds. The new beds are cedar, too; hopefully that may help deter unwanted visitors. I hope so; between the weeds and the bunnies (and okay, our schedules) last year the garden was more or less a wash.
I just spent the last hour and a half putting seedlings and seeds into the ground. We're growing tomatoes (globes and plums) and green beans and soy beans and wax beans and some cool-looking red Italian Rose beans, just because they looked beautiful. And carrots, and peas, and broccoli, and eggplant, and spinach, and cucumbers, and probably a couple other things I'm forgetting. And tomorrow
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And then starts the hurry-up-and-wait, where I spend the next month hovering over the beds waiting for tiny green shoots to appear, and then hovering over the shoots waiting for them to turn into food. But in the meantime, there will be blueberries from our bushes, and herbs from the pots on the porch, and soon enough there will be food from my garden.
I love this time of year.
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Date: 2012-05-29 11:33 pm (UTC)